Saturday, July 22, 2017


I love Fair Food!

Yes, give me the roasted corn, Bloomin' Onions, funnel cakes, elephant ears, Polish Sausage sandwiches, fare at St. Colman's, Pork Producers, and Cattlemen's Association, but this year I have fallen in love with POTATO ON A STICK! I ate something similar last year, with the potato deep fried like French fries, curled and served on a plate, but this year the potatoes are served on a skewer. The concessionaire drills a hole through the potato and puts it on a stick and fries it.

The girls in the picture, Elizabeth and Brittany, were walking through the building where our booth is located, showing the potato on a stick, trying to create business, and I asked them to bring one back to me, which they promptly did.

Elizabeth returned and said that she had been reported by another vendor for soliciting business which is against the rules of the Fair. What an assault on their entrepreneurial spirit!

The girls are from North Carolina, moved to Zanesville, where Elizabeth's mother and step-father started the concession business, working at county fairs.

Good luck to them!

Friday, July 21, 2017


After reading about malaphors, I was reminded of several examples of what I termed spoonerisms, but I could have assigned the term "malaphor" to some of them.

See my Sue's News article written in 2011 titled SPOONERISMS:

SPOONERISM:  an error in speech in which corresponding consonants, vowels or morphemes are switched (see metathesis).  The condition was named after the Reverend William Archibald Spooner, a British cleric, scholar and professor. Though these examples might be apocryphal, he was attributed to have uttered:  "a blushing crow" (for "a crushing blow"), "you've tasted two worms" (for "you've wasted two terms"); and when giving a toast to "our queer old dean" (for "our dear old Queen").

When Steve Forbes was running for President, he said, "The stack is decked."  when he meant to say "The deck is stacked."

My friend Patty's husband Chuck has some classic ones:

"Wibel and Orbel White" for Wilbur and Orville Wright
"Fee fries" for French fries
"Sank Franatra" for Frank Sinatra

My sister-in-law Kay was also known for her Spoonerisms. My brother Bode was always cute with his answers and had a large collection of retorts if the answer to a question was an obvious "Yes". He would invariably answer, "Is the Pope Catholic?" or "Was Attila The Hun naughty?" or "Does the bear shit in the woods?"

One day Kay, thinking she could also be cute, answered, "Does the Pope poop on the pulpit?"

Another time Bode asked Kay to call the hardware store to see if they had the size of "steel drill bits" he needed. Kay asked them if they had "Strill dill bites"!

Thursday, July 20, 2017


From Grammarphobia, one of my favorite sites:

A malaphor is a merging of two aphorisms, idioms, or cliches;  a blend of the words malapropism and metaphor.  The word "malaphor" was coined by Lawrence Harrison in his 1976 Washington Post article Searching For Metaphors.  one example:  "That's just the way the cookie bounces." 

Look at some of these funny, silly, and absurd examples of malaphors which is also known as  "idiom blend":

"We'll burn that bridge when we get to it."

"You hit the nail right on the nose.", a blend of "You hit the nail right on the head" and "That's right on the nose."

"She really stuck her neck out on a limb."  ("stuck neck out/went out on a limb)

"I can't make these split minute decisions."  (split-second/last-minute)

Wednesday, July 19, 2017


For my birthday I usually have one of two cakes: either my mother's recipe for Coconut Cake or a Strawberry Whipped Cream Cake; four years ago, I served both;   last year was the coconut cake; this year the Strawberry Whipped Cream Cake is planned.  My brother Les made the piece de resistance in the photograph below:

Christy Cooper, a woman who worked for me, first made the Strawberry Whipped Cream Cake in 1997 for my birthday and people were literally licking the cake plate.

Christy had a thriving business making cakes; however, I was surprised to learn she used cake mixes.



Preheat oven to 325 degrees

1 10-inch cake pan, greased and floured

1 Duncan Hines white cake mix
1/4 cup flour
3 egg whites
1/2 teaspoon almond extract
1/4 cup Crisco oil
1 1/3 cups water
Mix together, using package directions. Bake at 325 degrees for 50-60 minutes until done (springs back to touch, toothpick inserted comes out clean; cake comes away clean from pan)


1 quart + 1/2 pint heavy whipping cream
8 tablespoons powdered sugar
8 tablespoons piping gel (Christy used clear; Les uses red to make it pink)
2 teaspoons clear vanilla

Beat whipping cream and sugar together until it forms a soft peak. Add piping gel and vanilla. Beat until a soft peak.
Divide into two portions.

To one portion add 4 cups of fresh, sliced, strawberries.

Slice cake in the center and place on cake plate. Spread strawberry cream mixture on the cake.

Place other layer on top. Spread remainder of whipped cream icing on the top and sides of cake.

Refrigerate before and after serving.

TIP from my mother: Put mixing bowl, beaters and spatula in freezer an hour prior to making the whipped cream, especially in hot and humid times; it helps to keep the whipped cream firm.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017


I seldom check the names of the "mutual friends" on the postings of other "Facebook friends".  

Today, I answered my doorbell and standing there was a friend whom I hadn't seen in more than a year.  She handed a gift bag to me and said, "Happy early birthday."  I said, "How did you know?"  She said, "You're my Facebook friend."

There was a book inside the bag--Wonder Girl:  The Magnificent and Sporting Life of Babe Dedrickson Zaharias.  Stunned, I asked, "How on earth did you know I would like this?"  She replied, "Well, DUH! You wrote about it!"  I said, "But I didn't write about it on Facebook or my blog."  She answered,  "You commented on our mutual friend's page that Babe would have been treated the same way as Serena if the internet had been around when she was a star!"  

I said, "WOW! This is wonderful!  You shouldn't have done this."

She answered, "I got it at The Dollar Tree for a buck and besides, you've always been generous to me and I remember you wrote about how your friend and you like to brag about how cheap you've gotten something!"

You never know who is reading!

Monday, July 17, 2017


In yesterday's blog article I  referenced my recalling the clock number of a worker.  Read this Sue's News article from 2013:

A good memory is sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse.

Awhile back, Gerald and I were shopping and I saw one of my former workers and the worker yelled, "Suzy Jo!" I responded, "Ronnie Jo!" Of course my name is not "Jo" and neither is Ronnie's.  It was from an old "inside" joke from work because we had had a woman named "Jo" come into the department and Ronnie had to train her to take his place.  She was given three days to learn the job but she could not grasp the sequence of elements of the job. The second day, Jo brought a piece of chalk and tried to mark the panel to show the sequence but the chalk rubbed off; next, she returned from break with a piece of cardboard and took string and attached it to the control panel and had written down the sequence but each time she would forget to weld or forget to push the buttons in the correct sequence.  Ronnie would have to run and catch up her errors.

On the third day Ronnie told Jo just to stand there and let me disqualify her. She said, "No, I can learn this job." I thought, "Oh, Hell, I don't want another fight about a disqualification!" Ronnie put in a call for the Steward and said, "My three days of Hell must end!" After talking to Ronnie, the Steward came to me and I told him he needed to talk to Jo to accept the disqualification. The Steward replied, "You know I have to represent her too; it'll just look like he wants to stay in the Department and you're favoring him." I took out my documentation to show him that she had made absolutely no progress in learning the job and it was my judgment and not Ronnie's. With fifteen minutes left on the shift, I called the Steward back and disqualified Jo, and fortunately, she did not fight it.

After that, if anyone in the crew made a mistake, he was immediately branded "JO"! There was David Jo, Roger Jo, etc.

That day at the Mall, Ronnie started to introduce me to his wife and I said, "It's Judy, isn't it?" Ronnie let out a joyful yelp and said, "Tell her my clock number!" I said, "14399."  I continued, "Your wedding anniversary is June 19." Judy asked, "Oh, my God! How do you know that?" I said, "Well, that's OUR wedding anniversary too!" Ronnie said, "I told Judy you never forget anything!" I said, "I can't remember logarithms but I can remember clock numbers." It also helped that Ronnie was one of my all-time favorite workers and I would be more inclined to recall things about him.

Gerald was standing by, very amused, and he told them the reason he married me was because I could keep all of his nieces and nephews names straight!

Later, telling this story at home, Les remarked, "You're lucky he was STILL married to the same woman!"

Sunday, July 16, 2017


At a local gathering, an esteemed local doctor, who is retired, was "holding court", and he was being greeted by numerous people.  One woman asked, excitedly, "Don't you remember me?   You delivered my baby!"  The elderly doctor was gracious and responded that he did remember.  

I was standing beside her and I couldn't help myself;  I laughed, and the woman said, "What's funny?"  I answered, "I'm going to ask him how many babies he delivered.  I'm sure he remembers all of them."  She obviously detected my sarcasm and said, "Well, I was pretty special."  

Later in the day, I was at another event and a man came up to me and said, "Hey, Sue, how's it going?"  I said, "Great;  how are YOU doing?"  He asked, "Don't you remember me?"  In the past, I would probably have pretended to remember the person, or struggled to recall him while  continuing conversing, but NOT today!  Instead, resorting to my old friend--humor--I answered, "Give me a hint;  I'm a lot older than you!"  He laughed and said a number, "12911."  I screamed with delight and said, "Donnie!" and he and I hugged.  He said, "I knew you'd remember my clock number!"

Listen to Ella sing I've Got Your Number:

Saturday, July 15, 2017


Gerald received several restaurant gift cards as birthday presents.  As I was making the menu for dinners this week, I mentioned that I was free one evening.   I asked, "Do you want to go to Streetside 62, Red Lobster, or El Canon?"

Les asked, "Are HIS gift cards burning holes in your PALATE?"

I do love a good pun!

Friday, July 14, 2017


On June 14, 1777, the Continental Congress adopted the Stars and Stripes as the official flag of the United States of America.

On June 14, 1885, Bernard J. Cigrand, a nineteen-year-old teacher at Stony Hill School, placed a 10-inch, 38-star flag in a bottle on his desk and then assigned the class to write essays about the flag and its significance.

Thus began Cigrand's long years of fervent and devoted effort to bring about the national observance of Flag Day.  The crowning achievement of Cigrand's life came at the age of fifty when President Wilson issued a proclamation calling for a national observance of Flag Day.

In 1948, President Truman signed into law an act of Congress designating the 14th day of June-every year--as National Flag Day.

Thursday, July 13, 2017


When planning vacations, here's our deal: if I want to visit an art museum, then we must also schedule a car museum visit.   Several years ago, I wanted to go to the Toledo Art Museum because I had learned there was a Corot I had not seen.  Gerald wanted to go to the Auburn/Cord/Duesenberg Museum in Auburn, Indiana.  Fortunately, Toledo and Auburn are close.

In Toledo, after touring the museum, we had delightful dining at Tony Packo's Cafe.

In Indiana, we had an enjoyable tour at the Auburn/Cord/Duesenberg Museum;  I learned that the "It's a doozy" saying stems from the reaction to the beautiful Duesenberg car in the 1930s!

When we went to the Toledo museum, Gerald was thrilled to see a work by Frank Stella titled Lac Laronge 4.   He bought a print of the painting which cost $24.99.  The print measured 38.5 inches X 26.5 inches. He was outraged by the cost of the frames listed at the museum and "harrumphed" that he could get one cheaper "around home" but when he shopped for frames around home, he couldn't find a "ready-made" frame in the size needed. The largest ready-made frames were 36".  He went to Michael's and other places to get estimates for having a frame made. The cheapest estimate was $199.00.  I had had frames custom-made for my Corot prints and they were made of cherry wood. Gerald asked, "How MUCH did those cost?" I told him I couldn't remember because I'd had them made in the 1970s.

Thus, his Stella print stood, rolled up, in a corner of the bedroom for several years.  One day, at his niece Gina's home for a picnic, I admired the frame on a huge picture in her living room. She asked, "Would you like to have that picture?" I protested that I couldn't take the picture. She continued, "Jason brought it home from work and since we didn't have anything to hang over the couch, I put it there, but I hate it."  Knowing that she liked Monet, I countered with, "What if I find you a Monet print to go there?" She said that I didn't need to do that.

I called Gerald in from outside and said, "Gina says we can have this god-awful painting." He looked bewildered and I said, "The frame--the frame!" (I admit I said it with a lame Herve Villechaize imitation)

For less than $100.00 I was able to purchase TWO Monet prints already in decent frames to put on Gina's wall and Gerald got the frame from Gina for his Stella print.  The Stella print now graces our family room wall.  I HATE the print, but Gerald LOVES it, so that is all that matters, since every other art work in the house is my choice. We have nicknamed the print "It's A Doozy"!

The original of the painting, from Stella's Saskatchewan Series, sold at Sotheby's for $800,000 in 2007.

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My ONLY Herve Villechaize joke: Herve Villechaize wanted to do something philanthropic and he came up with an idea to make resort hotels to cater to other little people. Everything in the hotels would be scaled-to-size for little people and the best thing would be that the the little people could vacation there free-of-charge.

They were called STAY-FREE MINI PADS!

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


In the 1970s I volunteered for the Suicide Prevention Hotline. I received eight weeks of training and after completing the training,  I was interviewed by the psychiatrist Dr. Marx before being allowed to deal with actual people. When I met Dr. Marx, after our introductions, I asked if he were related to Zeppo or Karl. He laughed and said, "That was good; people usually ask if I'm related to Groucho." I laughed and said, "Too common!" Dr. Marx said, "I hear that you are uncommon!" I told him I liked to think so.

Dr. Marx asked me a great number of questions, with standard ones such as why I would like to be a volunteer [I learned later that the Hotline sometimes attracted troubled people to be volunteers). Dr. Marx was sitting on the edge of his chair, looking in my eyes very intently and then he asked, "What's the worst thing anybody could ever say about you?" I didn't hesitate a moment and said, "If someone said I were lazy!" Dr. Marx almost fell off the edge of his chair, but put his hand flat on the floor to prevent his fall. He was laughing. I asked why it was amusing and he said, "I've been a psychiatrist for 20 years and I've asked that question of hundreds of women, but I never heard that answer before!" I asked what women usually said and he answered that they would be upset if someone said they were a slut or other terms such as that. I said, "Oh, that's sex--that's so unimportant!"

A volunteer was supposed to work only one year because of burn-out. When my assignment was nearly over, Dr. Marx called me to his office and told me what a wonderful job I'd done and he asked if I could stay another term. I asked, "Couldn't you get anybody else?" He said, "You see,  I should have just told you the truth instead of trying blandishments." I said, "You had me at blandishments!"

The most interesting case I had: I was working second shift; my session at the Hotline was after work between 12:00 AM and 4:00 AM;   most suicides happen after 12:00 midnight. One night I answered the phone and after a few minutes of discussion I realized that I actually KNEW the person I was talking to and that he worked in my department. There was nobody else available to serve him; I had to deal with the awkward situation. Fortunately, I did not have him work for me directly, so I was able to manage the situation.  I alerted my leader about the situation.  The following night he called again and asked to talk to the "nice lady" but he was told I wasn't there. Of course at work I couldn't betray his confidence but I sure watched out for his behavior.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017


The Irish call the obituary section of the newspaper "The Irish Sports Page".  

I am looking forward to reading Carl Reiner's new book Too Busy To Die. I enjoyed Reiner's HBO special If You're Not In The Obit, Eat Breakfast where he conducted conversations with Mel Brooks and Norman Lear about aging, and interviewed fellow nonagenarians Dick Van Dyke, Stan Lee, Betty White, Tony Bennett, and other not-so-famous people such as Henriette Thompson, who at 93, is the oldest woman to have run and completed a marathon;  Ida Kelly (101), who works out daily; Tao Porchon-Lynch (98), a yoga teacher who marched with Gandhi in the 1940s;  and Jim Martin (95), a D-Day veteran, who still parachutes.  He also interviewed two 101-year-olds: Kirk Douglas and Patricia Morison. 

I have been a fan of Reiner since his appearances on The Dick Van Dyke Show.  I treasure his recordings of The 2,000 Year Old Man with Mel Brooks.  To this day, my brother Les and I still do shtick from those recordings from the 1960s and 1970s.  We wore out the vinyl records and replaced them with CDs.  I have numerous tapes of their television appearances portraying the character.

Below is one of our favorites:


Monday, July 10, 2017


In yesterday's posting, I wrote about a woman who is a bigot.  She and I are members of a club which meets monthly. 

Just once, I wish that a bigot would admit to being a bigot!

During a meeting in 2015, we were discussing the Obergfell v. Hodges Supreme Court decision, and the bigot said, "I believe in Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve."  I wondered to myself, "Does she think that is original or clever?" but instead I said, "The last person who said that was a bigot too!"  She exclaimed, "I'm NOT a bigot."  Another club member said, "But, of course you are!"  She said, "It's against the Bible."  I said, "So, you follow ALL the stuff in Leviticus?" She said, "I try to!"  I pointed to her outfit and said, "Then you should be stoned to death for wearing those mixed fabrics!"  She looked stunned.  I said, "Perhaps you should re-read Leviticus!"

At a meeting earlier this year we were discussing movies and I said that I had just watched Loving.  She said she didn't know about it.  When I told about the landmark Supreme Court decision which outlawed miscegenation she said that she didn't know that word.  When I told her the meaning, she said, "I'm not prejudiced, but I don't believe in people marrying outside their own race."  I answered, "But, of course, you ARE prejudiced."

She seemed shocked that I had said that.  She said that it was against the Bible.  I asked, "So, you believe in the Bible?"  She answered, "Of course I do!"  I asked, "Do you believe the story of Noah?"  She answered, "Of course."  I said, "But the story of Noah teaches that we are ALL from ONE family."   She said that the story meant that WE are descended from Noah.  I asked, "WE? Then everybody would be a Jew."  "No, they'd be Christians."  I asked, "How could they be Christians when Jesus hadn't been born in Noah's time?"  She answered, "Jesus comes from that line."  I said, "Well, interestingly, He comes from Joseph's genealogy, not Mary's." She screamed at me, "What does THAT mean?"  I answered, "IF you believe, then you must believe that Noah sent one of his kids to the East and that's where Asians come from and he sent another to the South and that's where blacks come from and you know they all had to find MATES!"   

Les quipped, "You know when somebody starts by saying, 'I'm not prejudiced, BUT......', she's guilty as Hell."

Sunday, July 9, 2017


Today, at a community gathering, a woman of my acquaintance sat down at the table where I was sitting with a friend of mine.  I know that the woman is a bigot because I have heard her say some egregious statements.  

I saw another woman with whom I had worked in the 1970s and I said to my friend, "Oh, I must see her."  The bigot said, "We used to go to school together.",  and she got up and followed me.  The former co-worker and I embraced and I told her that I had stopped by her house recently to ask her to sign a petition.  She said, "Oh, it was YOU;  my husband couldn't remember your name but he said you told him we'd worked together." We chatted awhile, reminiscing. 

The bigot asked, "Do you remember me?  We went to school together."  My co-worker said that she did.  The bigot began fawning over her and knowing full well how she truly felt about people of my co-worker's ethnic background, I was disgusted.  

I returned to the table to join my friend, and the bigot followed.  The bigot said, "She don't look any different."  I replied, "Do you mean she DOESN'T look any different?"  She said, "That's what I said."  I said, "No, you said, 'she don't'."  

Later, my friend chastised me for the not-even-subtle correction of the bigot's grammar.   I told my friend that the woman was a reprehensible bigot and I said, "I was irritated with her phony fawning and complimenting, acting as if they were BFFs in school."  

My friend screaked with laughter and said, "OMG, Sue Raypole just said BFFs;  I can't wait to report that to your cliche society!" 

I groaned and said, "Yeah, I was petty, picking on her grammar, rather than for what really pissed me off!"

Saturday, July 8, 2017


My mother's maiden name was Cox.  My Grandmother Cox would proudly say that her FIRST vote was for James M. Cox.  It was a family joke that James M. Cox was her "Uncle Jim", although we all knew there was really NO family connection.

James Middleton Cox was a teacher who became a successful businessman and founded Cox Enterprises which included newspapers and radio stations, along with other publications, including The Kelly Blue Book, and in later years, television stations.  After a successful business career Cox was elected to two terms as a U.S. Representative, served three terms as Ohio's Governor, and in 1920 ran as the Democratic nominee for President, with Franklin Delano Roosevelt as his running mate; unfortunately, he was defeated by fellow Ohioan Warren Harding.   

As Governor, Cox was a crusading progressive reformer, as he supported women's suffrage, restricted child labor, implemented education and prison reform, minimum wage, no-fault workers compensation, direct primaries, initiatives, and referendums, home rule, improved the state court system, Civil Service, highway systems, and opposed the attempted Constitutional amendment to install "right to work".

Interesting historical trivia:  of the four candidates for President and Vice President in 1920, THREE did become President (Harding, Coolidge, and Roosevelt).  Most historians concur the "the better man lost" in the election of 1920 as Cox was demonstrably more qualified in experience, intellect, and morality, than Harding.

My mother's first vote was for FDR.  She adored FDR and my father detested him.  My father and his family were die-hard Republicans.   My mother would tell the story of how Grandmother Shirkey told her that she would "watch the children" if Mother would go to vote for "our Mr. Bricker".  John Bricker was a native of Mount Sterling, where my grandparents had lived, and they knew Bricker personally.  Mother said that she told her mother-in-law that she would be going to vote, BUT , "For MY Mr. DiSalle."  Granny responded, "But he's one of those Italians, isn't he?" (she pronounced it as "Eye-talian", much to my mother's amusement, as my grandmother would brag to my mother that she had been a teacher before she married and reminded my mother that she had not completed high school). 

Despite my mother's vote, Mr. Bricker won that election against Mr. DiSalle, but in 1958, my all-time hero Stephen Young, won the election against the Bricker.  Granny died in 1957.  I told Mother, "Granny would turn over in her grave to know HER Mr. Bricker was finally defeated!"  Bricker  had supposedly been "unbeatable", according to the "experts" at the time. 

Actually, John W. Bricker was a very interesting and influential political figure who had been elected the Attorney General, Governor, and Senator of Ohio, and in 1944, he was chosen as the Vice Presidential candidate with Thomas Dewey, but Mother would never forgive Bricker for saying that FDR was a "front for the Communist Party".

Thursday, July 6, 2017


Recently, Martha Raddatz, in reporting about the "Trump/CNN Brawl", used the word "GIF" to describe the phony addition of the CNN logo in the staged wrestling "brawl".

I asked Les if he'd heard the word used before and he answered, "I think it's an acronym but I don't know what it stands for, but I've heard it pronounced with both 'g' and 'j' sounds."

In researching, I learned that GIF stands for GRAPHIC INTERCHANGE FORMAT. Merriam-Webster definition:  "noun; a computer file format for the compression and storage of visual digital information;  also, an image or video stored in this format.  First known usage: 1987."

See the definition from the

GIFs are image files that are compressed to reduce transfer times.  The creators of the format, Bob Berry and Steve Wilhite, claim that the soft 'g' sound is correct.  One said, "Choosy programmers choose GIF, a play on the peanut butter commercials where 'Choosy moms choose JIF' is used."

Wednesday, July 5, 2017


I wish I could locate a copy of my all-time favorite cartoon, which I recall seeing in the 1970s.

In the picture, a sow, lying with a farrow of suckling piglets, has a look of disgust on her face as the caption shows her uttering, "P.T. BARNUM WAS RIGHT!"

Today is the birthday anniversary of P.T. Barnum, who was born in 1810.  Phineas Taylor Barnum was not only the co-founder of the Barnum and Bailey Circus, which is shutting down this year, but was also a brilliant businessman, creative showman, and also a politician, but he is most remembered for promoting celebrated hoaxes. 

Along with his most famous quote, he also said:

 "Every cloud has a silver lining."
 "The noblest art is that of making others happy."
"Without promotion, something terrible happens...nothing!"
 "Money is, in some respects, life's fire;  it is a very excellent servant, but a terrible master."

Tuesday, July 4, 2017


In a letter from John Adams to Abigail Adams on July 3, 1776, he wrote how we should celebrate Independence Day: "I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires, and Illuminations from one end of this Continent to the other from this time forward forever more. You will think me transported with Enthusiasm, which I am not. I am well aware of the Toil and Blood and Treasure, that it will cost us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States. Yet, through all the Gloom, I see the Rays of ravishing Light and Glory. I see that the End is more than worth the Means and that Posterity will triumph in that Day's Transaction, even altho we should rue it, which I trust in God we shall not."

Monday, July 3, 2017


One of my friends, a teacher, sends The Teacher's Corner to me because it shows interesting daily events.  She asked, "Why do you think that July 3 would be the first day of the Dog Days of Summer when it's usually hotter in August?

In researching, I learned that the phrase has nothing to do with dogs lolling about in sweltering heat. To the Romans, the "dog days" occurred around the day when Sirius appeared to rise above the sun, and coincidentally, that usually happened in early July.   

Translated from Latin--dies caniculares--means "puppy days", thus the term "dog days".  

The illustration from The National Geographic showed that the Greeks believed that the constellation Canis Major depicts a dog chasing a hare.  The star Sirius represents the dog's nose and Lepus represents the hare.

Sunday, July 2, 2017


During the American Revolution, the legal separation of the Thirteen Colonies from Great Britain occurred on July 2, 1776, when the Second Continental Congress voted to approve a resolution of independence that had been proposed in June by Richard Henry Lee of Virginia. 
The resolution stated:  "These United Colonies are & of right ought to be Free & Independent States."

After voting for independence, Congress turned its attention to the Declaration of Independence, a statement explaining this decision, which had been prepared by a Committee of Five, with Thomas Jefferson as its principal author. Congress debated and revised the Declaration, finally approving it on July 4.

On July 2, 1964, President Lyndon Johnson signed The Civil Rights Act of 1964 into the law of the land.  The photograph below depicts President Johnson handing a pen from the ceremony to the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr.

Saturday, July 1, 2017


One of our "green-minded" young acquaintances shamed us into buying some CFL bulbs. Being skeptics, Les marked each one as Gerald replaced them, and one bulb, in a family room lamp, which burns continuously, has lasted more than a year. That was encouraging and I bought more. Recently, the young visitor was dismayed that we had not changed all the bulbs. As we were looking at one of the chandeliers, I said, "It's a matter of PRESENTATION VERSUS PRINCIPLE!" Gerald then did his imitation of my crying crocodile tears while proclaiming, "I don't want ugly bulbs in the chandeliers!"

The young whippersnapper sighed and said, "I guess it's hard for old people to change!" I asked, "Change? That's the problem; we have changed TOO much and people of your generation just want to throw away and get more instead of reusing and recycling."

I then launched into a lecture: "Let me tell you about conservation and recycling!" I told him that when I was his age we had no choice--we had to reuse and recycle--we returned milk bottles, pop bottles and beer bottles to the stores for redemption. We had to walk up steps because we had no escalators or elevators in our schools and stores. We had to ride a school bus because our parents didn't buy us cars or have mothers as a taxi service. We didn't have $300 tennis shoes. We had TV, but not one in every room and we had to share the one telephone; nobody had their own "personal" phone. When we mailed a package, we used crumpled newspapers for cushioning, not Styrofoam or bubble wrap. The boys had to use a push mower run by human power. We had no allowances but had to work menial jobs to have any spending money. We got plenty of exercise and didn't need to join a health club or waste electricity using a treadmill at home. We drank from a water fountain and did not have plastic bottles with custom water! They used matches to light cigarettes instead of "disposable" ones; they refilled their pens and replaced razor blades instead of throwing away the whole thing.

We received a "free" Christmas tree with a load of coal. Mother had only cloth diapers; she didn't fill landfills with the indestructible kind. She made clothes using a treadle Singer sewing machine and we wore hand-me-downs, and in my case, "hand-me-ups"; we wore darned socks and patched clothes. Meals were made "from scratch" and not from "processed" convenience foods. She would cook any wild game the boys caught except for opossum or raccoon.

Mother used newspaper and kindling to start fires in the coal heat stove. For entertainment, we played card and board games; we even read "for fun" and not because we had to for school. We had no vacations. We had no bathroom yet we were always clean. My brothers had to carry water for my mother to be able to wash clothes on Mondays. The clothes were hung outside to dry in good weather and inside during bad weather. On wash day, we always had a pot of beans and either corn bread or skillet bread to go with it. I can still remember the smell of the clothes drying inside the house, mixed with the smell of coal burning, beans cooking, and cornbread baking. My mother would pick "greens" in the spring, tend the garden in the summer and forage for raspberries, blackberries, elderberries and make pies, cakes, cobblers and jellies. My grandfather would bring tomatoes, cucumbers, corn, green beans and peppers which all needed to be "worked up". We would have hundreds of jars "put up" although most were stored under beds because of lack of space. 

I can wax poetic about wilted lettuce and Kentucky Wonders but I realize how hard my mother worked to provide us with "special" things. As soon as I was able, I made sure Mother had modern conveniences such as washer and dryer, sewing machine, and freezer.

I wish I didn't value my modern conveniences so much.  There is no nobility in drudgery and I am happy I do not have to experience the drudgery my mother did.

Friday, June 30, 2017


On June 30, 1966, twenty-eight women met and created NOW--The National Organization For Women--I joined in 1968.  I have always liked the fact that we are The National Organization "FOR" Women, not "OF" women!   We have many men who believe in, and support, equality between the sexes.  With the assault on rights of women and other people by the current Administration, NOW is needed--MORE THAN EVER!

Betty Friedan, the author of The Feminine Mystique, became the first President of NOW.  Stalwarts like Shirley Chisholm and Anna Roosevelt Halstead were among the twenty-eight founders, along with Ada Allness, Mary Evelyn Benbow, Gene Boyer, Analoyce Clapp, Kathryn Clarenbach, Catherine Conroy, Caroline Davis, Mary Eastwood, Edith Finlayson, Dorothy Haener, Lorene Harrington, Mary Lou Hill, Esther Johnson, Nancy Knaak, Min Matheson, Helen Moreland, Pauli Murray, Ruth Murray, Inka O'Hanrahan, Pauline Parish, Eve Purvis, Edna Schwartz, Mary-jane Ryan Snyder, Gretchen Squires, Betty Talkington, and Carolyn Ware.

Today there are 550,000 members of NOW in 550 local chapters. 

Although the Equal Employment Act and the Civil Rights Act of 1964 were meant to guarantee equality for women, the reality was far different.  NOW has continued the battle to protect reproductive rights, the Equal Rights Amendment, equality in hiring and promotions,  in lending and credit practices, maternity leave, child-care, access to college and graduate schools, equity in athletics, and elective office.

                                  STATEMENT OF PURPOSE from 1966

"We, men and women who hereby constitute ourselves as the National Organization For Women, believe that the partnership of the sexes, as part of the world-wide revolution of human rights, now taking part within and beyond our national borders."

Thursday, June 29, 2017



Yesterday I saw a yellow "DON'T TREAD ON ME" flag flying alongside the U.S. flag;  there was also a black jockey boy adorning the front lawn.

In the back window of a truck was a Confederate flag and a gun;  it had Ohio license plates;  I guess the driver didn't realize Ohio was a Union state.

At a local Taco Bell:  sign showing "SERVING BREAKFAST 7:00 AM OR EARLIER"  WTH does that mean?

A Confederate flag flying with the U.S. flag.  WHAT don't they understand?

At our local Save a Lot store, I noticed a sign on the exit door:  DUE TO THE HIGH WINDS, PLEASE RETURN CARTS INSIDE OR USE THE CART CARREL.  

I thought, "Um, perhaps carrel is a a new word for me." NOPE, it's meant to be "CORRAL", as in "CART CORRAL"

Below are other mysterious and confusing signs which I found on the internet:  

In a public restroom:


In a laundromat:

In a London department store:

In an office:

In an office:

Outside a secondhand shop:

Notice in health food shop window:

Spotted in a safari park:

Seen during a conference:

Notice in a farmer's field:

Message on a leaflet:

On a repair shop door:

Police begin campaign to run down jaywalkers:

Panda mating fails; veterinarian takes over:

Cold wave linked to temperatures:

Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges:

Hospitals are sued by 7 foot doctors:

And the winner is:

Wednesday, June 28, 2017


Today's New York Times contains a full-page summary, in tiny print, of the lies that the current resident of the White House has told since January 20, 2017.  

I can recall conversations with family and friends wondering why the media did not use the word "LIE" rather than euphemisms like untruth, misstatement, falsehood, malarkey, and, of course, "alternative facts" to expose the mendacity.

The first time that The New York Times used the word LIE, rather than euphemisms, to confront LIES committed by The Liar-In-Chief, was in September, 2016.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017


One should be careful about asking people if they are "related" to other, well-known people. I'm usually only prompted to do this if it involves an unusual name. 

A local attorney who was the former County Prosecutor is named Eckstein. Now, Eckstein is NOT a common name. When I met him, I asked, "Are you related to Billy?" and he said he'd never heard of him.  I did not believe him and I later heard from a mutual acquaintance that he was NOT amused by the question.  

Sometimes people do not share my particular sense of humor, but oftentimes it's a rewarding experience.

Years ago, at a political event I met a man named Fred Strahorn. I asked, "Are you related to Billy?" He laughed and said, "Even though it's spelled differently, I always say I am!" We exchanged business cards and I noticed that his name's spelling was without the "y", like Billy Strayhorn's.

Fred asked, "How many people in here do you think even know who Billy was?" I answered, "Well, they SHOULD!" We discussed Billy Strayhorn's work with Duke Ellington and he said, "You must be a jazz fan." We compared likes and dislikes. Another person at the meeting asked, "HOW do you guys know these things?"  Fred and I stay in contact via Facebook. 

My favorite example is when I asked a colleague, Carl Hauptmann, "Any relation to Bruno?" Witty and quick on the uptake, he answered, "Oh, you knew UNCLE Bruno?"

However, to me it's sad when people do not know the famous--at least I think they are famous--people. I asked a person named McCullough, "Any relation to David?" Just because I think David McCullough--the Pulitzer Prize winning historian--is famous, doesn't mean that other people named McCullough do. Another time I asked a person named Furness if he were related to Betty and he said he'd never heard of her. When I told Les, he said, "Or, perhaps, others do not retain such minutiae!" I said, "But if you ever hear of someone famous with your surname, I would think you would remember!" Les said, "He's probably too young!"

I did NOT ask Governor Brian Schweitzer if he were related to Albert and did not ask Lilly Ledbetter if she were related to Lead Belly (Huddie Ledbetter). 

Sometimes I do behave myself!

Monday, June 26, 2017


My article about the Private Investigator reminded me of another Workers Compensation fraud claim he and I confronted.  Read my Sue's News article from 2013:

                                               A CASE OF THE VAPORS

We were testing a new paint formula and as the frame assembly was transferred into the paint booth, the protective curtains, which were designed to prevent the paint from escaping outside the paint booth, malfunctioned and remained open rather than closing, and vapors from the paint booth were emitted from the booth for a few seconds of the paint cycle.

The Team Leader in the area shut off the line and I immediately jumped on the line to see why the line had stopped. The Team Leader was already on the line and she was pregnant. She had exposed herself to the vapors from the paint booth.  I went inside the paint booth and shut off the paint.  I sent the Team Leader to the Medical Department and I paged the Maintenance Manager.  I sent the workers from the line to the Rework area and I remained in the area.

Any time the line shut down, red lights were automatically turned on, which flashed in the VP's office.  Soon the VP was standing beside me, wanting to know why the line was shut down. Maintenance fixed the problem with the paint booth and I made the decision to re-start the line. I remained in the area, waiting for the return of the Team Leader from the Medical Department.

Soon, I heard through the rumor mill that there were people who were upset because I had sent them to Rework, but had sent the Team Leader to the Medical Department. They were suggesting that I showed favoritism to the Team Leader and a lack of concern for them.

The following day four women from the line called in, each one claiming illness from being exposed to "paint fumes".  As the Team Leader and I had been more exposed to the vapors than anyone and since neither of us had any apparent ill effects, I decided that there was no basis for the claims.  All four women continued calling in and filed for Workers Compensation. The Company denied their claims. The case lasted for a lengthy period and during the time, the Team Leader delivered a healthy baby.

One of the women claimed that she was pregnant and the "paint fumes" had caused her to lose the baby by miscarriage. The other three women claimed total disability and that they were unable to perform any work,  and including the lack of ability to have "companionship" with their spouses. One day a sister-in-law of the pregnant woman came to my office and said, "I think you should know that she had an abortion because she and her husband didn't want the baby, not because of the paint fumes." 

I called the Company's P.I. and he was able to ascertain that she did indeed have an abortion rather than a miscarriage. The P.I. was able to film two of the other three women as they were maintaining an active social life participating in bowling, dancing, and drinking.  They were observed carrying huge bags while Christmas shopping.  He was never able to find anything of consequence about the fourth woman.

Our Company attorney spent several days preparing the Team Leader and me for our testimonies.  The four women had engaged an attorney to represent all of them. At the hearing, the attorney for the four women was questioning me about the "paint fumes" and I corrected him and said that they were "vapors, not fumes."  In a smart-aleck tone, he asked, "Are you an expert?" I answered, "I know the difference between vapors and fumes;  I breathed the vapors; I went inside the booth without any protection and shut off the paint and I am in perfect condition." I saw our attorney smiling.

Strangely, the attorney asked, "And were you dressed the way you are today?" Although baffled, I answered, "Yes, except that I was wearing safety shoes that day." He asked, with a note of incredulity, "You dress this way every day?" I answered, simply, "Yes." (I had been instructed to answer each question as simply as possible.) He asked, "Have you ever worn the outfit you're wearing today to work?" I answered, "Yes, four weeks ago." He said, "You have a very good memory; I don't think most people would remember what they wore a month ago." I said, "It was four weeks ago, not a month; that week was my blue and burgundy Aigner week." He asked, "And what were you wearing the day of the paint fumes?"

I answered, "On the day I breathed the paint VAPORS, it was my black and taupe Aigner week;  I was wearing black slacks, a black Aigner sweater with a taupe-colored A on the left side, with a taupe-colored jacket and black Red Wing safety shoes." I saw our attorney smiling.

The remainder of my testimony with the opposing attorney was very brief.  On his questioning our Company attorney asked, "It certainly is fascinating about your wardrobe; how is it that you keep track so well and exactly, what is an Aigner?" The opposing attorney objected, but he was overruled because he had started the questioning about my clothing.  I answered, "Oh, I have my calendar right here which shows what I was wearing; Etienne Aigner is the designer." as I pointed to the blue "A" on my burgundy sweater I was wearing.  I opened a folder which I had on my lap and produced the calendar which documented the date and time of the paint booth problem and also of my wardrobe!  The attorney asked why I did this and I replied that pre-planning made it much easier getting ready in the morning and I wore the same color combination all week because I didn't want to be concerned about changing my accessories early in the mornings.

When our attorney questioned the first woman, she testified that the "paint fumes" had caused her to have a miscarriage. The attorney then supplied the date, time, and place where she had had an abortion performed. When confronted, she actually said that she was just so worried what might be wrong with the baby that she had to do it.  Her case was dismissed.

When the films were shown of the two women that the P.I. had caught carrying heavy shopping bags and other activities which violated their restrictions, their cases were also dismissed. Although the P.I. was unable to find any similar evidence about the fourth woman, we believed that hers was not a legitimate claim.  Her case was also dismissed because neither I nor the Team Leader had experienced any problems and we were more exposed than anyone else to the vapors.

I quickly heard how "horrible" the Company was for sending out a Private Investigator to "spy" on the women and, of course, they blamed me. There was an "anonymous" complaint filed with OSHA about the "paint fumes", naming me in particular.  In the finding, the OSHA representative noted my "quick response" and "disregard for my personal safety" in jumping on the line and going into the paint booth to turn off the paint.

I have often wondered why the opposing attorney had opened the line of questioning about my wardrobe.  The Company attorney said that he probably thought he could confuse me about specific times and dates and it had been brought up about my having paint stains on my clothing.  I had my calendar with me just because of the documentation of the dates of the paint vapors incident, certainly never expecting that the documentation about my wardrobe would be beneficial to our case.

Sunday, June 25, 2017


On June 25, 1876,  Lakota Native Americans, along with members of the Arapaho and Northern Cheyenne tribes, were defending their land at a site in the then Montana Territory now known as the the Battle of The Little Big Horn.  To the Lakota and other Plains tribes, the subsequent encounter there is known as the Battle of The Greasy Grass.   The battle was the most significant action of the Great Sioux War of 1876.

Back in the Dark Ages, when I was a fifth grader, my teacher Mrs. Mossbarger actually said that Custer was a hero.  I spoke up and said that Sitting Bull was the real hero of the Battle Of The Little Big Horn because Sitting Bull was defending HIS land.  We had never been exposed to other Native American heroes such as Crazy Horse and Chief Gall.

I was taken to the Principal's office, where the Principal telephoned my mother and told her that the teacher thought that I should be expelled for being "disrespectful";  Mother defended my right to have my own opinion and that she agreed with me.  Albeit mortified, I was allowed to return to class.  For the remainder of the year, I suffered retribution of various kinds from the mean-spirited teacher.

When I went home that afternoon I felt especially triumphant, only to be met with my mother's remonstrances:  "Why are you always getting into trouble?  What do you know from Indians?" I wailed, "But you told them I was RIGHT and that you AGREED with me!"  She answered, "Of course I would tell THEM that you're right!"

That tells everything you need to know about my mother and loyalty.

Saturday, June 24, 2017


At one of my management positions, the company employed an assiduous Private Investigator who was sedulous in ferreting out and proving fraud by employees claiming Workers Compensation for alleged accidents and other fraudulent claims.  We worked closely together on numerous occasions and I oftentimes said that he had an automatic "BS DETECTOR";  I guess I could have used the euphemism MALE BOVINE FECAL MATTER DETECTOR!

One case involved a woman named Amanda who had claimed a back injury and was receiving medical care and Workers Compensation.  One day, I went into the women's restroom at work, and as I was in a stall, I heard a voice say, very sotto voce, "I thought you should know that Mandy is working under the table at her step-father's car dealership in Urbana."  I did not know the identity of the whisperer but I hurried back to the office and called the P.I. and he said, "I'll have to check all the dealers in Urbana to try to figure out which one."  I said, "Maybe her personnel file would have her mother's married name as her next of kin and we could find out that way."  I went to Human Resources and voila; there was Mandy's mama's name on her application.  The P.I. said, "You just saved your Company money by thinking of that;  you should be a P.I. in another life!"

When the P.I. went to the dealership, he wore his arm in a sling.  He told Mandy that he wanted to test-drive a car, and he asked her to do the driving, lift up the hood, show him the spare tire, etc.;  all of the activities were prohibited by the restrictions for her alleged injury.   Of course she was unaware that she was being filmed and recorded.

Not only was she charged with committing fraud to the company and Workers Compensation, but she was also reported for not claiming her under-the-table income from her step-father. 

She never knew what had transpired until her hearing and she actually said, "This isn't fair, it's entrapment." Afterwards, the P.I. said to me, "She watched too many TV shows, didn't she?"

After leaving that company, I recommended him and his company whenever I was involved with resolving suspicious claims at my other places of employment.

Friday, June 23, 2017


Anthroponymy is the term for choosing names.

Especially interesting to me are "reduplicated names":

I know a Lewis Lewis.  I wondered, "Of all the names in the world, they chose Lewis as his first name!"

I know a Beverly Beverly.

I know three people named Jesse James (one pictured--LOL)

Evans Evans, an American actress

Fei Fei, an Asian actress

Lisa Lisa, an American singer

Sylvain Sylvain, an American guitarist

Thomas Thomas, a science fiction writer

Helle Helle, Danish author

Wilson Wilson, American actor (the next-door neighbor, always behind the fence, on Home Improvement)

My brother just interjected, "How about Sirhan Sirhan?"

Some examples of WTH were the parents thinking?:  

DWARD FARQUAHR was Dody Goodman's dance teacher in Columbus, OH and she would talk about him with Jack Paar on The Tonight Show. 

Dick Sweat was a NH congressman

Ron Tugnutt (former NHL player)

Andy Friese (another race car driver)

Dick Trickle, NASCAR driver (pictured)

Candace was a very popular name some forty years ago:  Gerald's niece's name is Penelope Candace--they wanted to call her Penny Candy! (WHY do people name a child and then say, "We named him/her that so we can call him/her...": some NICKNAME? Why don't they just name the child the name they are going to call them?)

My sister-in-law had a cousin whose last name was BARR; she ALMOST named her daughter Candace; fortunately, my sister-in-law advised her that the child would inevitably be nicknamed by somebody as Candy and she would live as Candy Barr;  fortunately, she chose another name.

Scarlet Ann Gray: to my knowledge, she was featured in the The Columbus Dispatch three different times:

1. When she was born--her father claimed to be the world's biggest Ohio State University fan.

2. When she started college--at THE Ohio State University.

3. When she married--I bet she was glad to change her name.

Thursday, June 22, 2017


In yesterday's blog, I wrote about the death of Andrew Goodman, who along with Michael Schwerner and James Chaney, was murdered in Neshoba County, Mississippi on June 21, 1964.

My Mantelpiece A Memoir Of Survival And Social Justice was written by Dr. Carolyn Goodman, the mother of Andy Goodman.  The book is a wrenching story of dealing with the murder of her son and the continuing fight for social justice.  With her, I still grieve for "what might have been" and mourn the loss of those heroes of the struggle for civil rights.

After Andy's death, Dr. Goodman and Andy's father Robert Goodman, created The
Andrew Goodman Foundation. To quote from the book: "The Foundation was created to carry on the spirit and purpose of Andy's life, with the vision that every person will take action to create a peaceful, just, and sustainable world. The Foundation empowers the next generation to initiate and sustain social action, enabling leaders and their communities to flourish by operating and investing in programs that advance civic engagement and intergenerational coalitions."

For more information, please visit

Wednesday, June 21, 2017


November 23, 1943--June 21, 1964

"HE TRAVELED A SHORT WHILE TOWARDS THE SUN AND LEFT THE VIVID AIR SIGNED WITH HIS HONOR"--from Andrew Goodman's tombstone (paraphrasing a quote from Stephen Spender's poem,  I Think Of Those Who Are Truly Great)

Andrew Goodman (photo above) was born on November 23, 1943, in New York City and was reared on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, the second of three sons of Robert and Carolyn Goodman and brother to David and Jonathan. The Goodmans were an intellectual family committed to progressive activism and social justice. They believed in "doing well by doing good";  Andy was an activist from the age of fifteen; he graduated from the progressive Walden School which was known for its anti-authoritarian approach to learning. While a sophomore at Walden, Goodman traveled to Washington D.C., to participate in the "Youth March For Integrated Schools" and as a senior, he and a friend visited a depressed coal mining region in West Virginia to prepare a report on poverty in the United States. He interviewed Jackie Robinson, one of his heroes.

Goodman attended the Honors Program at University of Wisconsin--Madison, for a semester but withdrew after falling ill with pneumonia. He transferred to Queens College, New York City, partly because of its strong drama department. With his brief experience as an off-Broadway actor, he originally planned to study drama, but switched to anthropology.

In April, 1964, he applied for and was accepted into the Mississippi Summer Project. He volunteered, along with Michael Schwerner, to work as part of "Freedom Summer", a CORE (Congress Of Racial Equality) project to register blacks to vote in Mississippi. Having protested U.S. President Lyndon Johnson's presence at that year's World's Fair, Goodman then left for training at the Western College For Women (now part of Miami University) in Oxford, OH. In June, Schwerner and Goodman were sent to Mississippi to begin registering blacks to vote.

On the night of June 20, 1964, the two reached Meridian, Mississippi, where Schwerner (photo left) was designated to be the head of the field office. There they joined with James Earl Chaney, a black man who was also a civil rights activist. On the morning of June 21, 1964, the three set out for Philadelphia, Mississippi, in Neshoba County, where they were to investigate the recent burning of a local black church, the Mount Zion Methodist Church, which had been designated as a site for the Freedom School for education and voter registration.

The three were initially arrested by Deputy Cecil Price for allegedly driving 35 miles over the 30-mile-per-hour speed limit. The three were taken to the jail in Neshoba County where Chaney (photo left) was booked for speeding, while Goodman and Schwerner were booked "for investigation".

After Chaney was fined $20, the three men were released and told to leave the county. Price followed them on State Route 19 to the county line, then turned around at approximately 10:30 p.m. On their way back to Meridian, they were stopped by two carloads of KKK members on a remote rural road. The men approached their car and then shot and killed Schwerner, followed by Goodman, and finally Chaney.

Eventually the Neshoba County Deputy Sheriff and conspirators were convicted by Federal prosecutors of civil rights violations but were never convicted of murder. The case formed the basis of a made-for-television movie Attack On Terror:  the FBI vs. The Ku Klux Klan" and the feature film Mississippi Burning.

On September 14, 2004, the Mississippi State Attorney General Jim Hood announced that he was gathering evidence for a charge of murder and intended to take the case to a Grand Jury. On January 7, 2005, Edgar Ray Killen was arrested and later found guilty of three counts of manslaughter--not murder--on June 21, 2005, exactly 41 years to the day after the murders. Killen, then age 80, was sentenced to 60 years in prison.

Andy's parents, Robert and Carolyn Goodman, set up the Andrew Goodman Foundation in 1966. The mission of the Foundation is "to recognize, encourage and inspire creative and effective local and individual action in support of civil rights, human dignity and social justice". Visit

Goodman Mountain, a 2,176 foot peak in the Adirondack Mountain town of Tupper Lake, NY, where Andy Goodman and his family spent many of their summers, is named in Andy Goodman's memory.

New York City named "Freedom Place" a four-block stretch in Manhattan's Upper West Side, in honor of Goodman. A plaque on 70th and West End Avenues tells his story.

Queens College has a memorial to honor Andy Goodman. The day of his murder is acknowledged each year on campus and the clock tower of the campus library is dedicated to Goodman, Chaney, and Schwerner.

The Walden School, at 88th Street and Central Park West, named its middle and upper school building in honor of Goodman's memory. The Trevor Day School now occupies the building and has maintained their building's name as the Andrew Goodman Building.

An outdoor memorial theater exists at Miami University in Oxford, OH, dedicated to the Freedom Summer alums. Miami University's now defunct Western College for Women, also included historical lectures about Freedom Summer.

Those Three Are On My Mind was written by Pete Seeger to commemorate the three victims.

The Simon and Garfunkel song, He Was My Brother was dedicated to Goodman. Paul Simon had been a classmate of Goodman at Queens College.

To hear He Was My Brother,  click on the arrow below.

Andy lives forever in the hearts of his family and friends.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017


Gerald and I saw a perfect rainbow tonight, but unfortunately he did not have his camera with him and missed the opportunity to capture the exquisite image.  By the time we arrived home, the rainbow had vanished.

I now wish I had listened to the salesman when I purchased the new cell phone--a so-called "smart phone"-- as he was explaining about the camera application. I don't do well taking pictures so I wasn't interested in learning how to use the camera function. Now I wish I had!

At home I told my brother about seeing that perfect rainbow and I compared it to the thrill of seeing seadog formations.  I have seen a seadog formation only twice.  Each time it occurred, it was during foggy and warm mornings when I saw the faint rainbow-like formations; the sunlight reflects in the fog droplets and it produces a ghostly, whitish rainbow.

Seadog formations are also called fogbows, mistbows, and white rainbows.

When I said "seadog formation", my brother asked, "You mean they have those old Navy guys marching?" 

Monday, June 19, 2017


HAPPY 46th ANNIVERSARY to my husband.

We had a large celebration for our 25th anniversary.  My brother Ken shouted, "Toast! Toast!" Gerald lifted up a champagne glass filled with Coca-Cola to offer a toast and he said: "I married her for her sense of humor, but then I found out the joke was on me." I responded, "You didn't have the nerve to say that on our wedding day." He answered, "I was scared to death on our wedding day."

His reason for toasting with the champagne glass filled with Coca Cola was because on our honeymoon, we were having dinner at a very nice restaurant and I glanced at another table and saw a couple toasting each other with champagne. I said, "Awwwww, that's so
romantic." My new husband asked, "Sweetheart, would you like some champagne?" Wistfully, I said, "No, I just want to be toasted!" My husband summoned the waiter, and I swear he actually said, "Garcon!"  He asked the waiter for two champagne glasses and that he wanted them empty.  When the waiter brought the glasses, Gerald emptied our Coca-Cola into the glasses and lifted his glass and said, "Here's looking at you, kid." (OK, he had to borrow from Bogie on that one!)

 Happy 46th Anniversary!